Who's the one who looks like they're 'bout to cry all the time?
Strike back at them as much as you were laughed at
What I'd took into my hand while shouting, "I'll show you!"
was neither a bomb nor knife
Let's promise, no matter what happens from here on out,
to tear off the price tag on your back
After all, although this daily life of ours is like scrap wood,
it's still too early to throw it away

Still trembling, like always,
on the platform of the terminal station,
my self of tomorrow is still waiting
to welcome back a selfish, dense master

Cars are going to eventually fly the skies in years, but even so
Machines will be able to talk in years, but even so
Just what's with that?
Before you call it "convenient",
please heal the open wounds in this heart
If missiles fly through that such sky,
and I ask for happiness from such a thing,
I have to become a kind person
Will I be able to be satisfied with myself...?

They all say to raise your head high and face forwards,
but in the dark, you can't tell shit from front
Whether alone or with another,
loneliness will always be loneliness

Singing about wanting to die, those sorts of songs
All I got was "That again?" and a stake through my chest
And yet, even with something as simple as that,
no matter what I do, I can't seem to find
the words spilling from my lips

The me of today will again, like always,
lose myself in the game arcade
It'd be nice if tomorrow just never came
The steam whistle of the final train resounds annoyingly loud

Even if I hide my unhappiness, bluffing, "Who needs love?"
It'll definitely assault my conscience
How's it going, present me?
I see, there's nothing we can do
I absolutely hate someone as annoying as you
If missiles fly through that such sky,
and lives are lost from such a thing,
I have to become a kind person
I want to be able to be satisfied with myself
I have to become a kind person
before my heart numbs from the cold